Liz had not slept at all last night.
She knew it was going to be hard saying goodbye to David, she had tried to prepare herself as best she could, for letting go of her brother again but nothing could have prepared her for how much it had hurt. It felt like she was losing her brother all over again and now she just felt numb. She had spent much of the night crying on and off and had been afraid to sleep, it had been months since she had last had a nightmare and she had been scared of having another one, she was afraid of losing Prompto and Noctra.
She was so grateful for Prompto being there with her, he had not gone downstairs for his shift today and had stayed with her and Noctra, she hadn’t wanted to be alone and she had tried to do as best she could but she was tired and wished David was there.
She was curled up on the couch later that morning, Prompto had made her breakfast and she had tried to eat something but she couldn’t. She stared at one the photos she had taken of David, holding it in her hand, afraid to let it go.
[for the husband, who is modded with permission!]
She knew it was going to be hard saying goodbye to David, she had tried to prepare herself as best she could, for letting go of her brother again but nothing could have prepared her for how much it had hurt. It felt like she was losing her brother all over again and now she just felt numb. She had spent much of the night crying on and off and had been afraid to sleep, it had been months since she had last had a nightmare and she had been scared of having another one, she was afraid of losing Prompto and Noctra.
She was so grateful for Prompto being there with her, he had not gone downstairs for his shift today and had stayed with her and Noctra, she hadn’t wanted to be alone and she had tried to do as best she could but she was tired and wished David was there.
She was curled up on the couch later that morning, Prompto had made her breakfast and she had tried to eat something but she couldn’t. She stared at one the photos she had taken of David, holding it in her hand, afraid to let it go.
[for the husband, who is modded with permission!]